Page 28 of A Bad Girl's Needs

I whimpered, torn between relief and frustration. Jenna’s talented tongue was driving me to the brink of insanity, teasing my clit with exquisite precision. The need for release clawed at me.

Jenna’s tongue swirled around my clit, sending jolts of electricity through my body. I moaned into her pussy, my hips bucking involuntarily as she brought me closer and closer to the edge. The wet sounds of our mutual pleasure filled the air, mingling with our muffled whimpers and gasps.

“Beg for it, Amy,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his voice low and husky. “Tell Daddy Otto how badly you want his cock in your needy little cunt.”

Shame burned through me, but the overwhelming arousal coursing through my veins overrode any hesitation. I tore my mouth away from Jenna’s dripping sex, panting heavily as I struggled to form words.

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice raw with need. “Please, Daddy Otto… I need your cock. I need it so badly.”

“Such a hungry little slut,” Daddy Otto chuckled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “But I think you can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified by what I was about to say, but unable to stop myself. The words poured out of me in a desperate rush. “Please fuck me, Daddy Otto. I need your big cock stretching my tight pussy. Use me like the dirty whore I am. Please, I’ll do anything… just fuck me!”

“That’s more like it,” Daddy Otto rumbled.

I whimpered as Daddy Daniel’s voice cut through the haze of arousal. “Jenna, be a good girl and get Daddy Otto’s cock nice and ready,” he commanded.

From the darkness between Jenna’s thighs, I heard the wet sounds of her mouth engulfing Otto’s thick shaft. My cheeks burned with shame at how desperately I wished it was my lips wrapped around that hard cock instead.

Suddenly, I felt Jenna’s weight lift off me as Daddy Daniel pulled her away. Cool air rushed over my flushed skin, makingme shiver. I blinked up at the ornate ceiling, disoriented by the abrupt change.

“Kneel there and watch,” Daddy Daniel ordered Jenna, his voice stern. “You’re not allowed to be fucked without a very sore bottom.”

I turned my head to see Jenna sink to her knees beside the bench, her emerald teddy clinging to her curves. Her lips were swollen and glistening, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. The look of mingled arousal and frustration on her face sent a guilty thrill through me.

Daddy Otto loomed over me, his impressive physique blocking out the warm light from the chandeliers. His cock jutted proudly from between his legs, enormous and rigid, glistening with Jenna’s saliva. My mouth went dry at the sight, my pussy clenching with need.

“Keep those legs spread nice and wide,” Daddy Daniel ordered. “Don’t you dare come until you’re told to.”

“Ifyou’re told to,” Daddy Otto growled.

I gasped as I felt the blunt head of Daddy Otto’s cock pressing against the entrance to my needy vagina. He teased me mercilessly, rubbing his thick shaft along the cleft of my labia but not quite penetrating. I whimpered and tried to arch my hips, desperate to feel him inside me.

“Such an eager little slut,” Daddy Otto chuckled, his large hands gripping my thighs firmly. “But good girls are patient, aren’t they?”

CHAPTER 14

Amy

Before I could respond, Daddy Otto thrust forward in one powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt inside me. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my pussy stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. The initial discomfort quickly gave way to intense pleasure as he began to move, setting a punishing rhythm that had me seeing stars.

Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through my body. The bench creaked beneath us, the sound mingling with my breathless moans and the wet slap of flesh on flesh. I gripped the edges of the leather padding, my knuckles turning white as I fought to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation.

Just as I was losing myself in the exquisite friction of Daddy Otto’s cock pounding into me, I felt a presence looming over my face. My eyes fluttered open to see Daddy Daniel standing at the head of the bench, his own impressive erection mere inches from my lips.

“Open wide, sweetheart,” he commanded. “This daddy needs some, too.”

I gasped at his words, struck hard by his use of the word ‘need.’ My mind reeled as I processed what he had said. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined a man like Daniel—powerful, wealthy, commanding—needing anything, least of all from someone like me. Yet here he was, his enormous cock inches from my face, telling me he needed some of what I could give him.

The realization sent an unexpected warmth blooming in my chest. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling—a mixture of pride, affection, and something deeper that I couldn’t quite name. The idea that this man, this daddy who had spanked me, fucked me, and dominated me so thoroughly, actually needed something from me was both degrading and oddly empowering.

I felt my cheeks flush as I gazed up at him, taking in the intensity of his blue eyes, the strong line of his jaw, the slight sheen of sweat on his broad chest. In that moment, despite the lewd scene unfolding around us—Daddy Otto’s thick cock still pounding relentlessly into my aching pussy, Jenna kneeling beside us with hungry eyes—I felt a surge of affection for Daddy Daniel that took my breath away.

This wave of tender feeling was confusing, to say the least. How could I feel such warmth toward a man who had subjected me to such degradation and punishment? Yet I couldn’t deny the way my heart seemed to swell as I obeyed him, opening my mouth wide in hope of giving him a pleasurable receptacle for his rigid penis.

As Daddy Daniel’s cock slid between my lips, filling my mouth with its impressive girth, I felt a surge of conflicting emotionswash over me. The wave of affection I had just experienced for him mingled with the raw, animal lust coursing through my body, creating a heady mixture of sensation that left me dizzy and breathless.

I moaned around his thick shaft, the vibrations eliciting a deep groan from Daddy Daniel. His hands tangled in my hair underneath my head, holding my face still as he began to thrust gently into my eager mouth. The taste of his skin, salty and musky, flooded my senses. I reveled in the weight of him on my tongue, the way the smooth head of his cock bumped against the back of my throat with each measured stroke.

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